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Silence.
Nothingness.
These were the words in which one could use to describe the, encompassment in which Arguis was brought into existence. He could feel those of unparalleled power around him. There existence was a mystery to him, despite that fact, he longed to know what they were. There power was so immense he could feel there strength in the darkness around him, as if there power was tangible.
The one named Invictus then spoke. "You are become Reality, everything that has existed, exists, or will exist." The voice filled this intangible specter with glee. An emotion the he welcomed with just as much blitheness as it gave to him. He held on to the emotion, felt it, loved it, gave it as much attention as possible, before filing it in the confines of his conscious. With this, he took shape, the intangible specter expanded, and folded back in on itself. A ball of blue light took form inside the small, black ball of darkness. It suddenly burst, and Arguis emerged, his body forming instantly as the ball of energy gave his once intangible self the ability to give himself a solid form. His form was unusual, it was simplistic, he took the form of being from the old word. Unbeknownst to Arguis, to him, his form was just who he was, he did not understand what this form represented, but he liked it, none the less. He was claded in light, black armor comprised of a chestplate, and splinted armor legs with fluted poleyns.
Self Awareness.
The ability to recognize oneself as an individual separate from the environment and other individuals. That was what Arguis felt from the moment of his godly conception. It was gift that was given to all beings, a gift that allowed him, to be him. He did understand everything that was, which was the 2 powerful figures in front of him. He understood what is, the darkness around him, himself, and the 2 beings in front of him, and his brother Vowzra. Finally, he understood what was to exist, which was his siblings, he knew what would go on after this, the formation of the universe, the wars and power struggles that could ultimately lead up to the potential death of a god. The only thing he did not understand, the one question that eluded the god of Knowledge, was the living darkness from which he was created, where did it come from? It was a question that Arguis himself knew that no answer would ever come to him, not matter how hard or how much he longed or tried, and he did not dare ask.
With a resonating strike that reverberated throughout the darkness that Arguis grew accustomed too, one word was burned into the heart of Arguis, one that he would never forget.
"Rise"